Rebirth. Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Rebirth.



Time to be born again,
for life, this life has
torn us apart into
territories eons apart.
Apart is our beings,
just like we were
in the timeless past,
when moments
seemed ages.

Then when it
came along,
that moment,
the pregnant moment,
and then the birth
into the valley
of reassurance and
relentless togetherness.
Life took baby steps.

Then we grew up
and then wedges
appeared as is the wont
of life in essence.
The mundane usurped
the effervescent
highs and then it
hurtled down and
paused before dissolution.

Let us not dissolve,
for death is inevitable.
Let us at least resolve
to be reborn into
a featherbed of hope
and then we can thrive,
just as we did in
that infinitesimally
small time in our past.

Time is ripe to be reborn,
before being dead,
before the
impending dissolution.
It is rewarding to
be reborn before we
die, for we can carry a
trace of the mesmerising
memories of yore.

Born again, reborn
before death, before
dissolution smothers
our memories.
Then we can be like the
toddlers we were,
and just wade callously
into the depths of hope.
Then death will impend.

Then we can take
birth again and then
the cycle can go on.
Just taking birth
growing up a bit.
Taking birth just before
the snapping of the
cord that binds us
together through ages.

Rebirth before death,
love before hate,
highs before lows,
hope before despair,
harmony before chaos.
Just before the
inevitable eventuality,
let us take birth again
Thus we will never be dead.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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